You desperately need a job

"Experience needed. Scratch that," you sigh, putting an 'X' through yet another job advertisement.

After nearly a month in college you've been unable to put it off anymore. Rent is coming due and you desperately needed money to pay it. You've been meaning to look for a job ever since you arrived, but between the school workload and Jacob you just haven't gotten around to it. Now you're facing eviction from your grumpy landlord and don't have a choice.

"What's up, Jenny?" a voice asked, and your head snaps up like a well-trained poodle.

Jack Pitt looks down at you, his blonde hair shining in the sun, his tight shirt highlighting every delicious muscle on his tall, powerful frame. You feel the threat of drool start in your mouth and manage to somehow swallow before disaster can strike. God's gift to you is muscular men. You turn into so much putty in their hands.

"You're looking for a job?" he asks, shooting down the myth that jocks can't read. You nod your head, still looking up at him adoringly, even if you have managed to stop the drool threat.

"Well I know of a job opening if you're interested. It's right around the corner too. I'm not sure of the pay, but how about I take you there?" he asks, and he actually touches your arm.

Heart aquiver you let him draw you to your feet, forgetting your purse and bag until he hands them to you. A thanks never quite makes it to your lips so you smile instead. Internally you're certain that he thinks you're retarded, but thinking that just sets you to thinking what a wonderful person he must be to talk to an idiot like you. Yes, you need help.

Jack carries the full weight of the conversation, talking about school and sports, two things you really have no interest in, but you nod vigorously, smiling brightly at every opportunity. The heavy weight of his muscular arm across your shoulders is all your mind can think of. What would it be like if you reached up to touch them? What would his chest taste like....

"Here we are," he says, snapping you out of those dangerous thoughts - thoughts that have caused you grief in the past.